Abandoned Luna Now Untouchable (Cecilia) novel Chapter 183

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While Cecilia was casually chatting with Simon on the sidewalk, she had no idea she had an audience-and not the kind that claps politely.

Half a block away, parked in a sleek black Mercedes with tinted windows and a mood to match, Sebastian watched like a man moments from burning down a city block.

His jaw clenched tighter with every laugh Simon coaxed from her.

In the driver’s seat, Beta Sawyer was visibly uncomfortable.

His fingers tapped an anxious rhythm on the steering wheel as he glanced at his Alpha, then back at the pair on the sidewalk.

“Should I turn up the heat or just pray you don’t commit a felony?” he muttered under his breath. Not that anyone was listening.

When Cecilia finally drove off, unaware of the storm cloud trailing her, Beta Sawyer started the engine in silence.

The two cars cruised through the suburbs like some twisted parade: Cecilia in front, blissfully oblivious; Sebastian behind, radiating silent fury.

She didn’t notice at first. Not until a long red light forced her to stop.

She glanced in the rearview mirror-and froze.

That car. That exact car.

No way.

Sebastian? Here?

This road wasn’t on the way to The Silver Peak. Not even remotely.

He’d followed her. Deliberately.

Her stomach clenched.

Had he seen her with Simon?

The panic barely had time to bloom before another thought swept in, colder and meaner:

Oh, right. Amara was back.

Summoned by his mother to “restore order,” or whatever regressive nonsense they’d wrapped it in this time. The moment had already passed the point of no return.

What did it matter what he saw? Or who she talked to?

Amara was just another pawn in the same tired game. A warning shot in lipstick and Louboutins.

The message was always the same: Any she-wolf is acceptable for the Silver Peak Alpha-except a human.

The ending was already written. She’d read the last page of this book a long time ago. Everything else was just unnecessary plot drama before the inevitable.

By the time she parked at headquarters, her shoulders were loose, her smile oddly serene.

If she was going down, she might as well enjoy the free entertainment on the way.

As she stepped out of her car, so did Sebastian and Sawyer. He didn’t even look at her.

“Alpha. Beta Sawyer,” she greeted smoothly, falling into step beside

Beta Sawyer like nothing had happened.

Sebastian didn’t acknowledge her.

His voice was ice as they reached the elevator.

“You’ll be switching duties with Beta Sawyer today.”

Translation: You’re stuck with me, sweetheart.

Normally, Beta Sawyer was the one orbiting the Alpha-chauffeur, assistant. Now, that job belonged to her.

Wonderful.

Cecilia and Beta Sawyer exchanged a glance as the elevator doors

opened and Sebastian disappeared into his office without another word.

Beta Sawyer leaned in. “You okay with this? He seems. off.”

“Oh, not at all,” Cecilia chirped, borderline cheerful as she practically skipped toward her office.

Beta Sawyerblinked after her, stunned.

Cecilia

At precisely 9:30 AM, following Sebastian’s command, Beta Sawyer and I exchanged our daily responsibilities.

I brewed coffee exactly as Sebastian preferred it-black, no sugar, with just a hint of cinnamon-and carried it into his office.

Standing at a respectful distance, I opened my tablet and reviewed his daily schedule.

When I finished, the office fell silent.

“Why has my secretary suddenly turned cold overnight?” Sebastian’s deep voice cut through the quiet, his tone serious despite the personal nature of the question.

I paused, feigning confusion. “I haven’t.”

Sebastian took a deliberate sip of coffee, his eyes scanning my face Like he was reading a complicated contract, missing no detail.

“Is my secretary trying to avoid her promises again?” he asked, his voice low and dangerous.

I sighed dramatizally, as if dealing with a demanding child Moving closer, 1 leaned down and pressed the lightest of kisses against the corner of his mouth before whispering intimately,

“I’m not avoiding anything. I’m quite fond of you, actually. You’re exceptionally talented in certain areas. Perhaps next time we could-”

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